- Holy shit, holy shit! It is charged! Charged!
I jumped up with a knot on my head, not knowing who was yelling what. I had been sleeping very badly the last days, I was always hot, my head was cracking and I wanted to have sex to the tips of my hair. But because Stefan slept with me all the time and Hank was at work during the day, nothing worked out. Sometimes all we could do was jerk off before he left.
- Who? Phone? Why did you charge up? Was he discharged? Did you cut into poker all night again?
- No, I didn't! A mirror!
- I don't need a mirror, I'm scared, it won't show me," I buried myself in a blanket.
- Svyatoslav! Stop being stupid! The mirror was charged with magic! Do you hear?!
"Come on... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. - got to the brain.
- Yeah, I hear you. I'm glad it's charged. You can keep playing, okay.
- You're such a moron," said Stefan. I threw a pillow at him without looking.
- Don't call me bad names, asshole.
- You can't hear the portal working again like a moron, you can't hear it.
- Have you earned the portal? - jumped off the pillows. - How much time?
- Six in the morning.
- Let's jump with happiness in two hours, huh? I'm so sleepy.
- I need to go back to that world, Holy.
I've eaten my lip. I sat down, waking up completely, hugging the pillow.
- Okay, I understand. Let's go back. And ... can you come back here in two weeks, too? - That's right, it's been two weeks since we got here. Stefan was going crazy for being powerless, and I was trying to enjoy every day before I left. And frankly, I didn't want that mirror to accumulate magic quickly.
- Sweetheart, here's the thing... You'd better stay here," Stef looked away, but then shaken up and held hands. - Svyatoslav, you are literally in a day - two will be covered by heat. And I don't think, or rather I'm sure, the transition can hurt you. Now you have an omega organism and it is your first heat, you should stay here. I would like to help you very much to cope with it, to support you, but... I know it is selfish, wrong, but I want to return to your world. Saint, you like it here - this life, this world. You've even thought about opening a restaurant here. I'm sorry I overheard you talking to Hank. But maybe... maybe we should switch places. Not forever, no, just for a while so you can survive the heat, and I'll stay with Artem. In my world, you're already like yours, and I'm in yours. Please don't be offended by me, and as soon as the magic of the portal is on, I will be able to move you if you want to.
- Do you think it will work? Can we get along like this? - the hope in my eyes was reflected in his. He nodded confidently. - Well, I agree. You're right, Stefie, and I'll never be offended by you because you gave me a chance to change my life. If you feel good there, live. I'll only be glad you'll be happy there.
- Thank you, Holy.
- I love you. Come on, they're waiting for you there.
The mirror was shining with soft light, illuminating the whole living room. Stefan was in a hurry to move his hands around it, casting a spell.
- Well, I went," he hugged me tight, "I didn't say goodbye. Maybe I'll see you in four days.
- Run along, Stefi, and I'll find a way to get in touch with you. And I remembered how to activate the portal, so maybe I'll come to you. Water my flowers there, though they must be dead by now.
- Buy new ones, I promise!
Stefan hid in the portal, and the glow didn't go away. I stepped forward to make sure everything was okay, but somehow I got carried away. I'm on the floor, my coccyx hurts, someone nervous is snotting in the back, and the portal is gone.
- I won't let go! Nowhere! You're mine! - my alpha roared and now I felt the happiest in two worlds.
POV Stefan
When I moved to the Holy Word, it was eight in the morning. Nothing has changed in the apartment, as if we left yesterday, leaving everything as it is. The palm was lying by the mirror, reminiscent of her master's dancing, a glass of blood on the nightstand, and a disc of horrible karaoke songs. The only thing that changed was that the master hadn't been here for a long time, the flowers. Some of them had already quit, but a couple of them were still holding on.
- We need to save what else we can, the rest of us have to replace it.
But first...
The Saint's phone was lying in the hall, where I left him that day. It was almost empty, but it was enough to make the call. The beeps lasted forever before he answered.
- What kind of a suicide bomber calls so early? Didn't you look at the clock?
I had to squeeze the phone hard not to drop it out of my weakened hands. Artyom.
- Who was that? - He seemed to have moved the phone away from his ear to see who he was talking to because then his voice changed. - Steph?
He snapped and nodded. And don't let him see it, I couldn't open my mouth and say normal words.
- You cry like a child again. - Oh, you agree with me. You don't feel the time that is now, like two weeks ago. Holy to you? Silent? Not even sniffing? So no. Did you leave your brother there? Not a bad plan.